This is a song about "Speaking of food lets get high"

You want to get high just off of lyrics? well, i'm right here

I like to ask the bad bitches if they ass is real

People always trying to get high

I bet you've never seen a pig fly

Now all im tryna do is get food

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

Get my employees up on food stamps and work in fast food,

Lets creep, lets greet whilst debts wean into depths of seas,

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

Touch downs so i said ok lets get rid of these clowns my friend tucker ended

Drivin and typin, not payin attention, missin they next exit

Lets get high kill these lows

It's all she knows